To know beyond doubt that he's felt, seen on a level beneath sight is intoxicating. He meets her gaze and reaches out his awareness to catch sense of her, too. There's such intensity to the doubling of sensations and desire that he has to bite back a groan.
His hands slip free her other shoe while he rises to her touch in the removal of his jacket, coming up higher on his knees to help it slip back. When it begins to fall, he lowers once more and makes certain she's never fully without his touch, one hand replacing the other to pull out of the jacket sleeves. It's easier this time to unfasten the stocking. He's a fast tactile learner.
It's harder to maintain the sensual pace of taking down the silk. She's there now, just beneath his skin with anticipation and ache blossoming as twin to his own. It's a strange sensation, almost as though he could slip the bounds of his flesh entirely and bury himself in her heat instead. He lets out a shaky breath, fingertips skimming the back of her knee, the curve of calf and firm line of Achilles.
Once it's free, he flicks it aside. Both hands slide up her shins, over her knees and upper thighs. He squeezes there as though he could imprint through his physical touch alone the shape of want.
"And I yours. Enough that were I not already on my knees, I'd drop." Again he rises, only enough to press forward between her knees and capture her mouth again, a taste of her dark curl of smile, of breath, and tongue, and teeth.
Sorry for late! Smut brain has been idling in neutral.
His hands slip free her other shoe while he rises to her touch in the removal of his jacket, coming up higher on his knees to help it slip back. When it begins to fall, he lowers once more and makes certain she's never fully without his touch, one hand replacing the other to pull out of the jacket sleeves. It's easier this time to unfasten the stocking. He's a fast tactile learner.
It's harder to maintain the sensual pace of taking down the silk. She's there now, just beneath his skin with anticipation and ache blossoming as twin to his own. It's a strange sensation, almost as though he could slip the bounds of his flesh entirely and bury himself in her heat instead. He lets out a shaky breath, fingertips skimming the back of her knee, the curve of calf and firm line of Achilles.
Once it's free, he flicks it aside. Both hands slide up her shins, over her knees and upper thighs. He squeezes there as though he could imprint through his physical touch alone the shape of want.
"And I yours. Enough that were I not already on my knees, I'd drop." Again he rises, only enough to press forward between her knees and capture her mouth again, a taste of her dark curl of smile, of breath, and tongue, and teeth.